Nature’s Overture

Behold— the greatest show on Earth!

Every symphony starts with silence.


Then, with a faint tap, a drop of the dew, a heartbeat—

Daffodil murmurs speckle the spring breeze,

carried by papaya sunsets and falsetto bees

through the clarion call of summer with the

sweltering heat and bass bellows of long mornings

and short evenings within nature’s living sound.

Scarcely a blink has passed before the musicians

rearrange themselves for the spectacular scarlet

melody of falling leaves that flutter and trill

like birds and like flutes over the bubbling of streams.

Then moonlight-caressed whispers take the stage

as the ice queen bounds and leaps with the

uniqueness of snowflakes in her hands; she does not sing

of human things and mortality, her night-kissed fur face

stretches the seven seas and ends in heaven,

where the snow is warm to the touch.


And thus progresses the first movement

of the greatest symphony known to man

and, by God, the show is free.